You and Bangchan stepped out of the mall, the glass doors sliding shut behind you with a soft hiss. The cool evening air wrapped around you like a light shawl, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the bustling indoor space you'd just left. You shifted the shopping bag in one hand, your fingers slightly red from the cold.

As you walked side by side down the stone-paved path, your free hand swung loosely by your side — until Bangchan's warm fingers suddenly wrapped around yours. His touch was gentle but sure, his palm radiating a comforting heat that immediately made your breath catch.

He looked over at you, brows slightly furrowed with concern, his soft brown eyes scanning your face before flicking down to your hand in his.

“Why is your hand so cold?”

he asked, his voice a mix of worry and affection, low and warm like the sun breaking through on a cloudy day.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles as he held on, and you couldn't tell if the chill was from the weather… or the way your heart had just skipped a beat.